Chapter 13
Logan
Standingin the middle of Elise's apartment was a surreal experience. I was sure the decor and furniture were perfectly suited for her, because she seemed like the kind of person who would care about those things.
There was probably art on the walls, some photos she'd taken hanging in the hall or her bedroom. She probably had a cabinet full of cute mugs.
But I had no idea about any of those things because the moment we'd gotten upstairs, all I wanted to do was shove her against the door and kiss her breathless.
So that was what I did.
It felt oddly like coming home in a way. She was the last person I'd kissed, and even if that had been going on three weeks ago, it was still easy to remember the way she tasted, the way she smelled. The way she melted into each kiss, arms around my neck as I licked along the seam of her lips and pressed my tongue into her mouth.
She let me in with a soft sigh, her tongue tangling with mine, and I loved how she was never passive. She gave as good as she got, and with her heels on, she was tall enough that when she pressed against me, I knew she could feel how aroused I was getting.
My hands wandered as I kissed her, sliding over the silky material of her dress, down her back to grope her ass and then around to her front to hold onto her hips and pull her forward. I wanted to touch her everywhere, to wash the memory of that idiot she’d gone out with out of her head and replace it with memories of my hands and my mouth on her.
“This dress is very nice to look at,” I murmured against her lips when we both pulled away to breathe. “But I want it on the floor.”
She snorted, amused by that for some reason. “You’re so fucking bossy,” she grumbled.
I just smirked. “Yeah, I am. And you like that, don’t you? You like that I can tell you what to do and make you actually want to do it.”
She didn’t respond to that, just blushed darkly, but she did step back away from me, putting distance between us while she caught her breath. I watched her, transfixed, as she reached behind herself and found the zipper, undoing it on her own to give in to what I wanted.
The dress pooled around her feet in a pink puddle of silky material, and I stared, unable to take my eyes off her.
Of all the times we'd hooked up in Greece, it had been spontaneous and spur of the moment. Usually one or both of us had been in pajamas or comfortable clothes, and there was no real seduction to it.
But Elise was standing in front of me in her heels, with her dress on the floor, and she was wearing one of the sexiest lingerie sets I had ever seen.
It was the same dusty pink as her dress was, separated into two pieces. The top was a bra that cupped her breasts beautifully with soft fabric and lace that extended up a bit over the skin of her breasts. It was ever so slightly sheer, and I could see the outline of her nipples through it, getting harder as I looked at them.
My eyes traveled down to the bottom, to the lacy panties that barely covered anything at all. They were high waisted but thin, and the lips of her pussy were all but visible.
The pink lace made the shape of little rosebuds, and I wanted to follow those shapes with my tongue and press them into her skin.
She looked slightly self-conscious to be standing there, half naked while I looked at her, so I crossed the room in two long strides, yanking her close once more so I could crush our mouths together while my hands roamed over lace and skin.
Elise moaned softly, and I smirked, hauling her even closer so I could grind against her.
"Do you feel what you do to me?" I whispered, hot breath fanning over her lips. "You get me so fucking hard, standing there looking so damned beautiful. It's not fair."
"You're one to talk about not being fair," she muttered back. I waited to see if she was going to explain what she meant by that, but it was clear she had no plans to. Instead she dropped her head to kiss at my neck and moved her hand from my chest down to my crotch, cupping and teasing at the hard line of my cock.
I hissed softly at the contact and then pushed more into her hand, seeking more friction.
When my own hand sought out her crotch, I was only a little surprised to find her cunt already soaking wet through the fabric of her panties.
"You're so easy," I teased her. "All I have to do is kiss you and touch you a little, and you're already dripping for me."
Her cheeks flushed, and she hid her face in the crook of my neck, seeming like she didn't have any comment to that. At least not a verbal one. Her hips rocked forward, and she ground against my hand, which made it clear that she was getting even more turned on.
I laughed under my breath and used my other hand to grope around to her back, sliding down to cup her ass, one finger sliding under the lace to touch bare skin.
"Did you get all dressed up like this for the idiot you went out with?" I asked her. "Were you planning on fucking him at the end of the night?"
I was being purposefully crude, and it was really meant to tease her. So, I was surprised by the sudden fierce pulse of jealousy that built in me at the thought of her fucking some random moron who couldn't even keep it together during a date.
